Who Will Save The Fallen
You see her black wings?
Those inky shadow things
Her face seems so bitter
Watching those girls sit and titter
They know she's different they can tell
But where is she from? Heaven or hell?
Her wings beat and beat
Like her poor heart and one retreat
How could she fall from grace?
Did they forget her without a trace?
That poor dark angel outcast
Things on earth happen to fast
Now there is nothing more to do
She has no home or savior to run to
After all,
Who will save the fallen?
Those inky shadow things
Her face seems so bitter
Watching those girls sit and titter
They know she's different they can tell
But where is she from? Heaven or hell?
Her wings beat and beat
Like her poor heart and one retreat
How could she fall from grace?
Did they forget her without a trace?
That poor dark angel outcast
Things on earth happen to fast
Now there is nothing more to do
She has no home or savior to run to
After all,
Who will save the fallen?